I hate these 'witty' posts.
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harrytheheadcrab [OP](06/28/2014) [-] stickied by harrytheheadcrab
I love how currently there are nine comments, and one third all have KoTH pictures.
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homepage (06/28/2014) [-] it's one in the morning, man, don't make me do that crying laughter people do when they're scared.
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ninjaroo (06/28/2014) [-] OP, let me tell you a story.
When I was about seven years old, I took a shower. Not a rare event for me, but important to the story. When I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in the towel, I felt an itch on the back of my neck. This kind of itch wasn't unfamiliar to me, as I had reasonably long hair at the time. So I shake my head a little to fix the hair, and the tickling sensation moved.
I turned, looked in the mirror, and saw a black monster with eight legs squatting on the back of my neck. I'm not ashamed to say I screamed like a little girl, swatted it to the floor, and fled naked and screaming from the bathroom to my bedroom, and cried.
You may find it amusing to note that between the bathroom and my room was a lounge containing my mother, my father, and two of my fathers work friends. They certainly did.
OP, let me tell you another story. One time, when I was about 11, I was in the car with my father when something descended from the roof. A small black monster, with a red hourglass figure on its body. In Australia, we call them redbacks. They're a particularly venomous breed, though not the worst we have to offer. It came down from the roof, and onto my face, where it remained for several seconds while I silently cried. My dad looks over, and thinking quickly, slaps the spider off my face. It's the only time my father has hit me, and I'm so grateful he did.
OP, I have another story for you. One time, when I was 16, I woke up with something hairy in my mouth, accompanied by an intense burning sensation. I suppose I had my mouth open, and a spider had fallen from the ceiling and into my mouth, and decided that the best course of action was to fill me with as much venom as it could before it died. It was again, a redback. It was one of the least pleasant experiences of my life.
OP, I'm telling you this so you understand exactly what I mean when I say **** you, and **** spiders. You got me you ****** , 10/10, thumbed you up.
When I was about seven years old, I took a shower. Not a rare event for me, but important to the story. When I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in the towel, I felt an itch on the back of my neck. This kind of itch wasn't unfamiliar to me, as I had reasonably long hair at the time. So I shake my head a little to fix the hair, and the tickling sensation moved.
I turned, looked in the mirror, and saw a black monster with eight legs squatting on the back of my neck. I'm not ashamed to say I screamed like a little girl, swatted it to the floor, and fled naked and screaming from the bathroom to my bedroom, and cried.
You may find it amusing to note that between the bathroom and my room was a lounge containing my mother, my father, and two of my fathers work friends. They certainly did.
OP, let me tell you another story. One time, when I was about 11, I was in the car with my father when something descended from the roof. A small black monster, with a red hourglass figure on its body. In Australia, we call them redbacks. They're a particularly venomous breed, though not the worst we have to offer. It came down from the roof, and onto my face, where it remained for several seconds while I silently cried. My dad looks over, and thinking quickly, slaps the spider off my face. It's the only time my father has hit me, and I'm so grateful he did.
OP, I have another story for you. One time, when I was 16, I woke up with something hairy in my mouth, accompanied by an intense burning sensation. I suppose I had my mouth open, and a spider had fallen from the ceiling and into my mouth, and decided that the best course of action was to fill me with as much venom as it could before it died. It was again, a redback. It was one of the least pleasant experiences of my life.
OP, I'm telling you this so you understand exactly what I mean when I say **** you, and **** spiders. You got me you ****** , 10/10, thumbed you up.
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GrimTheRealReaper (06/28/2014) [-] Of course you're from Australia. Everyone has ******* spider stories in Australia.
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leathermanshadow (06/29/2014) [-]
I allow the good spiders to live in my room so they kill ****** bugs.
